Damon awoke feeling fully rested and relaxed. A warm feeling spread through him as he took in the sleeping woman cuddled against his side. He had a blast of nostalgia as his mind took him to earlier times when waking up with her snuggled next to him was nearly an everyday occurrence. As if aware of his gaze on her, Katherine's eyes opened. She stretched and yawned then crawled up his body for a kiss. "Good morning," she murmured. Damon smiled at her, trying to preserve the moment as much as possible. I love you he told her in his mind. She pressed another kiss to his lips and started to get up but Damon quickly hugged her to him not wanting to let her go. "Stay," he said, flipping them over so that she was under him. Katherine gently pushed him off. "I wish that I could, but I need some air, Damon." "You need some space," Damon read. "Don't take it that way, Damon," Katherine said, tenderly stroking his face. She kissed him once more before getting up and slipping into her clothes, and then she was gone.
Two hours later, Damon found himself entering the movie theaters with Stefan, Jeremy, Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline. He was still wondering what he was doing here. Stefan informed him earlier in the morning that Elena was hanging out with her friends and had invited them. Damon had not wanted to come at first but then had decided, what the heck, anything was better than moping around in the house. "So what are we going to see?" he asked." "It's going to be a surprise," Elena answered. "Oh goody," Damon said, making a face. "Damon, just relax and chill-out. You know, you might even have fun for once," Stefan said to him. Damon's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Stefan, you brood as if it's your job. Don't lecture me about fun. You don't even know the definition of it." "You're right, Damon. You are the king of fun. Drinking, partying, draining sorority girls, it doesn't get better than that." Stefan's voice was as serious as could be, but his eyes gave away the fact that he was merely teasing his brother. "As long as you know," Damon replied.
They were soon seated in their rows and since Bonnie was seated directly in front of him, Damon saw no reason not to mess with the snooty little witch. He silently drew near until he was right beside her ear. "Hi Bonnie," he said. Damon smirked with satisfaction when she jumped. Bonnie turned and glared at him. "Don't make me fry your brain," she warned. "Aren't we past that?" he asked, pretending to be wounded. "I thought we were friends now." "In your dreams," Bonnie replied, before facing front again. "Wow, so cold," Damon said and then he searched for another source of entertainment. When the movie ended, they headed to a local restaurant to eat and chat. They sat at a table next to the window and chatted as they waited for their order to be taken. A pretty young waitress soon approached their table with a bored look on her face until she caught sight of Damon and then she instantly perked up. She quickly rushed through everyone's orders before focusing her attention on him.
"What would you like?" the waitress asked giggling. "What are you offering?" Damon replied, giving her a smoldering look. "Oh brother," Caroline said, rolling her eyes. The waitress's cheeks darkened prettily. "I guess you will like a special order," she said. Damon winked at her. "I will be right back," the waitress said after Damon had placed his order. She let her hand lightly touch his shoulder before turning and sashaying away from the table. "What are you doing?" Elena asked him as soon as the waitress was out of earshot. Damon looked up and saw that all of the occupants of the table were staring at him. "Oh come on. I'm not going to sleep with the girl, she's just providing amusement for me," he said, wondering why he even had to explain himself.
When the waitress returned with their orders, her shirt was unbuttoned lower than before. She passed everyone else their orders before bending over exaggeratedly to place Damon's order of bloody rare steak in front of him, along with a cup of beer. Damon turned his head slightly and received an eyeful of the girl's cleavage as she had intended. "If you have any other requests, I will handle them personally," the girl told him, sliding a paper out from between her breasts and slipping it into the breast pocket of his shirt. She winked before gliding away. Damon soon turned his attention to his rare steak, which oozed blood when he forked it lightly. "You know, Stefan," he voiced as he took a bite. "I think that you will enjoy this more… seeing that it's animal blood and all." Chocked back guffaws sounded around the table. "Very funny," Stefan replied.
While Damon was spending his day hanging out with people, Katherine chose to spend hers solo. She entered a nail salon, decidedly bored with her bare nails. She hadn't had her nails catered to in a while. She seated herself on an unoccupied chair and looked through a set of nail polishes that were neatly arranged on a counter top. An employee soon came over to her. "Can I help you?" the lady asked, her voice containing the slightest trace of hostility. Katherine slowly dragged her attention from the nail polishes and looked up at the woman. "Is there a problem?" Katherine's tone was low and threatening as she stared deep into the eyes of the manicurist. The lady's eyes went blank. "No, not at all," she replied. Katherine flashed a quick smile. "Good," she answered. "Now sit down and do my nails." "Right away," the manicurist replied.
After Katherine's nails had been cleaned and treated, she refocused her attention to trying to figure out which color that she wanted. "Hmm," she said, studying her perfectly shaped nails and then the two polishes she was trying to choose between. "I want the blue one—no the red one." She abruptly turned to a random lady sitting close to her. "Which color do you think will suit me best?" she asked, holding up the bottles of nail polish. "Blue," the lady replied. "Paint my nails with the red one," Katherine ordered the manicurist. When her nails were done being painted and the polish had dried, Katherine admired them, loving the blood -red shade. She itched to draw blood from someone and watch it run down her fingers to see if the nail polish would blend with the blood. She left the nail salon without paying and strolled down the street, debating if she should temporarily leave the city in search for entertainment. Her ears picked up rushing footsteps behind her and Katherine flew around, her eyes spitting fire.
She snarled when her eyes landed on the incompetent Bonnie Bennett. The Bennett girl failed so miserably at being a witch that Katherine would have found it laughable if it wasn't so pitiful. "What are you doing here? Why are you back?" Bonnie immediately demanded of her as if she had the right. "Do you not have somewhere else to be?" Katherine's voice dripped with loathing. "I just came back from hanging out," Bonnie responded. Katherine continued to walk, wondering if she could get away with draining the girl out here in the open, with other people walking about. "You did not answer my question," Bonnie reminded her. "I asked why you are back in Mystic Falls." Katherine decided to set things straight in case the little witch was confused. "The only reason that you are still alive is because I just had my nails done. You are no use to me, witch-bitch, so do not tempt me." Katherine fixed Bonnie with a cold glare before turning around and nearly bumping into Matt who was approaching them. "Oh, hi Matt," Katherine greeted, always ready to welcome entertainment from her old boy toys. "Uh, hey," Matt said, not directly meeting her gaze. "Where are you going? Want to get a drink?" Katherine asked, although she really planned to feed on him. She hadn't had fresh human blood since taking up residence at the Salvatore mansion and that little fact annoyed her beyond belief.
"No. You cause nothing but trouble for the people that I care about. I don't really want to associate with you," Matt replied. Although all of his words were true, they still rubbed Katherine the wrong way. "Fine," she answered coldly, her icy gaze drilling into his. Katherine turned her focus to Bonnie, completely dismissing Matt. "You might want to take your friend to the hospital, broken bones and all," she stated nonchalantly. "What?" Bonnie replied, her brows wrinkling in confusion. In a flash, Matt collapsed to the ground, howling in pain. "Matt!" Bonnie cried. "What's wrong?" "My leg!" Matt cried, clutching his right leg which had been snapped as the result of a vicious kick from Katherine." "Let me see!" Bonnie exclaimed in panic. kneeling at his side. "I can fix it. I think I can fix it!" Katherine held back a gleeful laugh as she looked down at the pathetic pair in hysterics on the ground. She hated to leave the scene of such entertainment but she knew that soon a crowd would form and she planned to be gone before that happened.